PIT. PAT. PIT. PAT. PIT. PAT
The sounds of footsteps come closer and closer towards them. The sound of each footstep is firm yet calm. It was as if the owner was walking around naturally without fear of the darkness. They could feel their heart pumping faster as the sound of the footsteps came closer.
Thought it was most likely a player like them, the calmness of each step made them think twice after all even they had panicked for a bit and made a run for it when they saw the ray of light from the distance but the owner of these footsteps were still calm at this moment even when the ray of light was just before him he didn't even have any reaction. This left this group of players to heightened their vigilance.
The moment the light had fallen on the face of the man who just arrived on the scene, almost everyone had reacted when they saw him. He is quite an infamous player. It was Han Ya who had just left the Hell of Oil Cauldron.
